Chapter 61, Part 1

Soon, a large group of people arrived, led by Cyber, the Great Elder of the Great Snow Mountain. Although Cyber was already eighty years old, he still appeared extremely robust physically.

He was hardly a saint; clearing out something lurking inside his body that was akin to a ticking time bomb was undoubtedly the safest choice.

Several middle-aged and elderly individuals with a strong artistic temperament also offered warm applause to Wang Qian.

Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the ground. The two companions beside him consumed the healing pills given by Ye Fan and began to circulate their internal energy to cultivate until their injuries were brought under control. Meanwhile, Ye Fan thoroughly plundered the cosmos sacks of the four corpses, finally counting his spoils with a satisfied expression.

The massive underground palace sat securely beneath the Death Hell, and countless gold, silver, and treasures materialized before Ye Fan's eyes, while one lamp of longevity after another was lit all around.

"How much for this horse? I'll take it!" Amidst a chorus of praise, a tall and formidable man stepped forward, handing silver coins into the old man's hands.

At this moment, Zhu Yunbo also had a mountain of matters waiting for his attention, and his capable subordinates had been dispatched to various locations, leaving him feeling somewhat overwhelmed.

You Long found a dilapidated temple and made do for the night with Qiushui. Although Qiushui's poison had been mostly neutralized, she still had not regained consciousness.

The Fire Qilin's tone left no room for negotiation. Fortunately, the Fire Moon Priestess had already informed them that for this challenge, the Fire Qilin would only use ten percent of its ability, so they still had a chance.

"We just need to check who handled this matter back then," He Qingwei said indifferently.

"I saw it all..." Fang Bai rubbed his temples. This was the first time he had truly encountered someone he found bizarre. He wasn't referring to the fact that someone could still be this lively after being broken into four pieces, but rather that he had never in the real world seen anyone with dialogue boxes floating above their head.

I watched Qiao Yan's car disappear around the corner before walking back into the store. As soon as I entered, I saw my three employees surrounding a customer. The customer had her back to me, so I couldn't see her face. Assuming a celebrity had come in to buy clothes, I walked closer toward her.

The Lord of Gods did not respond immediately. At that moment, the door of the house suddenly opened, and a figure emerged, appearing quite young and tender in age.

Su Zhou's ability to control the landing spots of the table tennis ball was universally acknowledged as the strongest on Earth. A media outlet had once described it by saying that between Su Zhou's table tennis ball and the paddle in his hand, there seemed to be an invisible thread connecting them; wherever Su Zhou wanted the ball to land, that invisible thread would place it right there.

Ling Shanshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Such a formidable guy actually claimed he couldn't catch up? Yet, if his speed wasn't enough, why was his strength still so terrifying?

"I simply can't eat shrimp because I'm allergic to it. As for everything else, I'm fine with whatever," he said as he reached out to help me take down the radishes and corn from the top tier, pulled out the water spinach, and placed them into the sink.

If this were a dream, why hadn't he woken up yet... Su Zhou's eyes were wide open, his gaze slightly out of focus. He felt as though the waterfall-like lights overhead were emitting visible, scorching waves that made his brain swim with heat, almost making him faint dead away.

Zhang Shuai's taking the stage destined that this matter had turned in a completely different direction, and in truth, his heart was filled with profound relief.

Had he told her, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to make that pointless wager with Jin Yangwei.

Although the Five Sects had suffered heavy losses in this battle, they still possessed a profound foundation, with numerous remnants entrenched in the former territories of the three sects. Clearing them out would take a considerable amount of time.

However, they were well aware of the immense value of an international physics competition, and this was, after all, a physics problem.

At this point, they completely ignored Wu Yun's thunderous, roaring questions and instead exchanged knowing smiles, feeling a deep sense of release.

Baili Cai and the others didn't even have a chance to explain, nor did they choose to surrender without a fight, so they had no option but to flee.

There was an inexplicable rhythm about Yan Yuluo. From time to time, two overlapping versions of her seemed to appear before Lin Tianxuan: one exuding an ethereal and transcendent aura, the other radiating monstrous pressure. It was the ethereal Yan Yuluo whose pressure suppressed Lin Tianxuan's primordial spirit.

"It seems you have a death wish." At this critical juncture, Yun Fan showed no mercy. With a thought, dozens of astonishing sword qi condensed around his body, emitting a terrifying chill; even if a towering mountain were before him, it would be hacked into pieces.

"It's a regret that things were too rushed back then, and I failed to communicate with you. Otherwise... had I known Fu Anning was problematic, I certainly wouldn't have spared the Fu family!" Shen Yuanxi regretted deeply.

The Gathering of Immortals was a grand assembly for all cultivating disciples in the Southern Domain. Now that the Qingxuan Sect was gone, it was practically the domain of the Lingtian Miaodao and the Taishang Wangqing Dao, and they were inevitably determined to keep the quotas for entering the divine ruins firmly in their own hands.

Duan Xifeng, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword, stared intently at Ao Wuchang, their two wills colliding invisibly in the void. Sabers and swords were natural enemies; one was the supreme saber master of the Primordial Martial Continent while the other was a sword expert—one fierce, the other sharp. Their contest had begun the moment they met.